Текст (слова) песни: Kind Of Like Spitting - Rowing a Dead Horse
chasing a lie tracing our scars moaning for help to be held and every day we feel further away from ourselves the concrete is wet, i feel too comfortable my response isn`t limited to reactions and everything dies its little deaths everyday so with my head up my ass and my foot on the gas i set out to write a synonym for loss hands caught in the door and my face on the floor i`ll write one for you
<font size=1>Thanks to <b>Justin (xcore@optonline.net)</b> for these lyrics</font>
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